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Chapter 13
THEN
"Are we really gonna do this?" Aaron asked nervously.
Ben and Elliott exchanged stern glances, both blushing slightly. Their physical relationship was still quite new and they were still at the stage where it was hard to keep their hands off of each other. The rest of the time that they weren't all over each other, they focused solely on the plan that they now discussed with their potential accomplices.
"Yeah, we are!" Be said determinedly. "I don't know about you guys, but I can't take another year of Jack being a dick."
Elliott gently nodded his agreement. At first, Ben, Aaron and Danny had made it clear that their goal in all of this was revenge. Jack had done some truly horrific things to them, and others, and they were determined to see him pay for it. Elliott had been a little reluctant to get on board with that.
He was the only one of them who had known Jack before High School. He was the only one who had known him as a kind, gentle boy, one who was brave and strong, who stood up to bullies and thugs. It saddened Elliott every time he thought about what Jack had been once and who he was today. At his insistence, the others had agreed that the focus of their plan should be helping Jack, making him see the error of his ways and not simply making him as miserable he he had to them.
"Still something missing though," Elliott said, looking round at the other three and getting puzzled looks back. "Motivation! I really can't even begin to explain exactly how much Jack hates the thought of being seen naked. If you want him to risk that much, you're gonna need to give him a REALLY good reason to do it!"
"We need someone who can challenge him. Someone who can really get under his skin!" Ben said, thinking hard.
Aaron and Danny looked at each other, grinned and called out in unison, "Bryce!"
"Fuck, yeah, of course!" Elliott said, slapping his forehead.
"Who's Bryce?" Ben asked, frowning.
"He's a junior now. He's on the football team and Jack REALLY hates him. I mean, the way he rants about him. It's like 'Bryce did this', 'Bryce did that', 'Bryce is such a dick'." Elliott said, mocking Jack's voice. "It's constant. You think you can get him on side?"
"To bring down Jack? No fucking problem. If he hates Bryce, then the feeling is very much mutual!" Aaron said happily.
"Plus the extra muscle will help too!" Danny added.
"Oh wait, I think I know the one you mean. Is he the big one? Arms bigger than my legs?" Ben asked, thinking of the muscular player he had often seen walking the halls.
"Yeah, that's him!" Elliott said, grinning as they came up with their next accomplice. "Oh my God, this could actually work!"
"Let's hope so. Jack's ruled this place long enough. Time to take him down!" Aaron said excitedly.
NOW
Jack had fallen onto his bed as soon as he got into his room, passing out rather than actually going to sleep. He awoke to the sound of the alarm on his phone, cursing his orders to be up early. He felt like he could have slept all weekend.
He stretched as he awoke, amazed to find that most of the pain from his session at the club the previous night were almost gone. Even the stinging across most of his body had gone, his reddened skin looking perfectly normal as he lifted the front of the t-shirt to check his stomach.
Standing up, he stretched a little more before pulling off his clothes and throwing them on the bed. He went and had a long, hot shower, the first one of the week that hadn't felt like he was being supervised by his owners. Had his cock not been caged, he would almost certainly have jerked off in there. As it was, his cock simply continued to throb in its restraint.
Once he had finished in the bathroom, he headed back into his room and checked his phone. He had just been ordered to be up early and to be prepared for any orders as they came in. Seeing none, he got dressed, happy to be able to choose his own clothes for a change. As he looked through his normal clothes, the items that had been bought for him the previous weekend kept catching his eye.
He had almost made up his mind what to wear when he gave in to his curiosity and started looking through the new things. He found a black tank top. It wasn't loose and revealing like the ones he had worn on Tuesday and Wednesday, instead it was tight like the one he had been forced to wear on Monday.
He pulled it on and looked at himself in the mirror. The tight top was like a second skin, showing off every muscle and curve. "Shit!" Jack muttered as he felt his cock twitch a little in its cage. To go with it, he chose a pair of his own shorts. They were quite loose and baggy, but he pulled them on without bothering to put underwear on first. As he stared at himself in the mirror again, he thought about how it would feel if his cock were free. It would likely be hard, tenting the shorts, teasing him as the material rubbed on the bed.
"Fuck, why am I doing this?" he asked quietly, letting his hand run down his stomach. He shook his head and turned away from the mirror. Another look at his phone revealed no messages yet so he sat down onto his bed.
As he sat, he pushed aside the clothes he had discarded earlier, remembering that they actually belonged to Bryce. He glanced at them for a moment, a perverse thought crossing his mind. He tried to ignore it, playing with his phone instead. Every few seconds, he glanced at the clothes again before forcing himself to stop.
"Okay, just once!" he mumbled under his breath. He glanced at his desk, remembering the camera that could be recording at any time. He had to be subtle about this. He lay down on the bed, discreetly leaning his face towards the clothes, taking a deep breath. While there was the smell of his own body from being worn the previous day, the clothes smelled distinctly like their owner.
'Bryce!' Jack thought excitedly, his cock swelling as far as it could in an instant.
He reached for his phone, holding it out in front of himself, deliberately laying with the clothing right under his nose. He lay there, pretending to play a game on his phone, but secretly just inhaling the scent of Bryce. 'What the fuck are you doing?' he thought to himself. He shook his head, grinned and thought, 'Who cares, this is amazing!' He continued laying there, breathing in Bryce, losing himself in the pleasant sensation while he awaited his instructions for the day.
Any happiness Jack felt vanished the second he got the message from Elliott that read, [Be ready in ten minutes. We're going to the hospital!]
The five teens made their way into the waiting area, Ben up front, Jack as far behind as he dared to lag. Danny's face lit up as he saw them approach. He looked awful. His hair was a mess, he had heavy stubble and he was still wearing the clothes he had changed into after getting to the hospital with Aaron on Thursday night.
"Hey guys!" he said happily.
The others greeted him casually, but Ben just ran up to the much larger teen and threw his arms around him. Danny looked a little awkward at first, but then smiled and squeezed the boy firmly in response.
"Hey Ben," Danny chuckled.
They had all felt bad about knowing he was there, but it had been at Danny's insistence that nobody had come to see them. Aaron wasn't taking visitors and the hospital were already getting irate over having Danny hanging round constantly, outright refusing to leave.
"How is he?" Bryce asked, resting his hand on Danny's shoulder as Ben pulled away.
Danny smiled, obviously a good sign, then he saw Jack lingering behind the others. "Jack!" he said, ignoring Bryce's question.
Jack had already looked scared at being back there, considering the way Danny had reacted to him the other night. "Erm... Danny, I just... erm..." he stammered. He felt like the large young man could see right through him, like he could see Jack's guilt, like he knew what Jack had done.
"I owe you an apology!" Danny said sheepishly.
"It's okay!" Jack insisted.
"No, it's not," Danny said, moving towards the young football Captain. "I was just... upset and... and I needed someone to blame!"
'Well I AM to blame!' Jack thought to himself.
"The Coach filled me in on what really happened and I'm sorry for yelling at you like that. This must already be pretty hard for you without me making it worse!" Danny apologise meekly.
Jack felt like he was about to throw up. As much of a relief as it was to be publicly free of blame, the guilt still burned inside him and Danny's apology was only making it worse. 'You shouldn't be apologising, you should kicking the crap outta me. Please, just... be pissed at me again!' Jack thought to himself as he stared back at his teammate.
"Jack?" Danny asked, getting nothing but silence from the other teen.
"Oh," Jack said, shaken from his thoughts, "It's... fine. I get it. So... how is he?"
Danny smiled again, looking round at everyone. "Late yesterday he actually managed to wiggle his fingers and his toes."
"Whoa, that's awesome!" Elliott said excitedly. "So what does that mean?"
Danny frowned a little. "I'm not too sure. The Doctors keep using all these terms I don't really understand, but when they explained everything to Aaron's parents, they actually looked happy, so I'm guessing it's good!"
"And... and he won't be paralysed?" Jack asked tentatively.
Danny shook his head, still smiling. "It doesn't look like it, at least not entirely but it's a bit too early to tell."
"That's gotta be a relief!" Lincoln said cheerfully.
Danny nodded, his lips pursing as if holding something back.
"Hey, bud, you okay?" Bryce asked, placing a hand on his shoulder again.
Danny nodded as his face screwed up, trying desperately to hold back tears. Realising it was useless, he shook his head and let out a quiet sob, then turned and dropped down into a seat, burying his face in his hands. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, his voice muffled. "I don't even know why I'm crying!"
Most of the guys just stared awkwardly at each other. A crying friend was not something they were used to! Thankfully, Elliott stepped forward and took the seat beside Danny.
"It's been a tough few days and I bet you've just bottled everything up and hardly even slept, am I right?" Elliott asked.
Danny wiped his face with both hands and turned to look at Elliott. Smiling weakly, he replied, "Yeah, I'm exhausted!"
"How about this then," Elliott suggested. "We pay Aaron a quick visit, then we drop you off at home so you can get some rest? I'm guessing he's pretty much resting most the time anyway, so I doubt he'll miss you for a few hours."
Danny sniffed, wiping his cheek again. "Okay," he said with a grateful smile. He stood up and headed towards Aaron's room, closely followed by the others.
About halfway there, they were halted by a nurse. "Whoa, I don't think so!" he said sternly, holding out an arm to halt them. "Aaron needs to rest, I'm not having a whole army of visitors going in there disturbing him. Two of you at most and keep it short!"
"Geez, yes Sir!" Danny said with a slight smirk.
Despite his stern tone, the nurse smiled back. "Go on, whoever's going in, go in. The rest of you, back outside!"
"I've already seen him today," Danny said with a shrug, "So if two of you want to go in, it's fine. Just tell him I'll be back later!"
"Can I go?" Lincoln requested.
Most of the group quickly nodded their agreement. Jack remained silent, hoping someone else would choose to go in so he wouldn't have to face him.
"Jack, you should go too!" Danny said.
All eyes fell on Jack who gulped nervously and nodded, not wanting to explain his reasons to avoid Aaron. With the two visitors decided, the nurse ushered the rest of the group back out while Lincoln and Jack walked on.
Lincoln knocked quietly on the door and opened it, stepping inside. Jack followed close behind but froze as soon as Aaron came into sight. He was laying on the bed, strapped down or secured in place, most likely to prevent any sudden movements which might exacerbate his condition. There were monitors either side of him, with various tubes and wires all over the place.
Almost hyperventilating, Jack looked at Aaron's face and saw his eyes were closed. "He's asleep," he whispered to Lincoln, "We shouldn't disturb him!"
"I'm awake!" Aaron called out, opening his eyes. "Who's there?"
The two visitors moved over to the bed, Lincoln reaching the near side first, coming into Aaron's line of sight. He smiled as he saw him. "Hey Link," he said cheerfully.
"Hey dude, looking good!" Lincoln joked.
Jack reached the other side of the bed, Aaron's eyes shooting across to see who else was there. "Hey Jack!" he said, not quite as cheerfully as he had greeted the other teen.
"Aaron. I.... I..." Jack stammered nervously.
"Don't!" Aaron insisted. "If you were about to apologise, just don't!"
"But... but..." Jack stammered back.
"Look, I've heard what Coach had to say and I'm trying really hard not to blame you for this, but if you stand there acting like you have something to apologise for, I swear, paralysed or not I'll get out of this bed and kick your ass!" Aaron said back sharply. The heart rate monitor showed how angry he was getting, the prone teen's pulse speeding up sharply.
"Okay!" Jack said back. He wanted to run, to get as far away from all of it, to do anything he could to forget about the harm he had caused, but instead he remained frozen to the spot.
Aaron looked back to Lincoln. "So what have I missed with dickwad over there? What have you been doing to him?"
Lincoln was glad of the question. The brief exchange between the other two had left him feeling more than a little awkward. He recounted the story of what had happened in the club the previous night, including every sordid detail of Jack's torture.
Jack stood there, listening to Lincoln excitedly reliving one of the most unpleasant experiences of his life. It was awful hearing all of the details he had spent the last twelve hours trying to forget, but hearing about it seemed to be cheering Aaron up, so he just stood and let it happen.
"Fuck, man, that sounds intense!" Aaron said as Lincoln finished. "So you're taking him back there again, right?"
"Hell yeah. We get to put him through shit like that AND make money for doing it. If I had my way, he'd live there!" Lincoln laughed.
Getting talked about like he wasn't even there was making Jack feel more and more worthless and pathetic. Part of him wanted to lash out, tell them to shut the fuck up, but once again it was the other side of him that remained in control, the side that had prevented him from saying the safe word the previous night at the club. In some sick way, it felt like allowing himself to be this miserable assuaged the guilt that ate away at him every time he glanced down at Aaron.
The door suddenly opened behind them, the nurse stepping into the room. He looked unhappily at the two visitors and said, "I thought I told you to make it quick. Go on, off you go!"
"Time's up I guess!" Lincoln said, looking down at his friend. "Hey, we're gonna take Danny home so he can get some rest, he said he'll be back later!"
"That's cool, he needs it. Tell him I'll see him later," Aaron replied with a weak smile, looking somewhat pained. "And I'll see you guys soon. Keep me updated on..." his eyes flicked across to Jack, then back to Lincoln, "You know what!"
Lincoln chuckled. "Will do. See ya soon bud, hope ya feel better!"
"Yeah, take care," Jack said feebly, following Lincoln out of the room under the Nurse's watchful eye.
Upon leaving the hospital, Danny had suggested that he might join the others for the rest of the day but as he had fallen asleep almost the second he sat down in the car, convincing him to go home and get some rest was an easy argument.
The remaining five gathered at Lincoln's house. Jack was almost relieved when they began issuing his orders as it served as a distraction from everything else that had happened that morning. He hoped that whatever they had planned could keep that distraction going. If he was too busy carrying out the commands of his tormentors, he could possibly try and forget his own feelings of guilt.
"So Jack, do you want to cum?" Elliott asked casually as the four teens all sat looking at Jack who had been ordered to remain standing.
"Yes Sir!" Jack replied immediately.
"How badly?" Elliott asked. "I mean, on a scale of one to ten, ten being the highest."
"Ten!" Jack answered without hesitation. He truly felt like he needed it. The last time he had been allowed to cum was now nearly four days ago, when he had been milked by the others in that very same room after being de-haired. Since then, it had seemed like one torturous orgasm denial after another. If they were thinking about letting him cum now, he would do whatever they wanted!
The others laughed at Jack's answer, the desperation in his voice obvious. Elliott stood up. "I reckon we can get that number even higher!" he said with a wicked grin.
"Ah no, El, please!" Jack begged.
Elliott took a quick step forward and slapped Jack sharply. "Only my friend get to call me El! You call me Sir!"
"Sorry Sir!" Jack apologised, finding himself more shaken by the very clear statement that they were not friends than by the slap itself.
Elliott pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the time. "Okay, so I say we each get two hours of teasing Jack in any way we like. The only rules are that you have to keep him as close to the edge as possible and you can't let him cum!" Elliott suggested.
"Yes! Love it!" Lincoln said happily, then added, "And make sure to record as much as possible, Aaron doesn't want to miss anything!"
The others laughed, enthused to know that the injury had not dampened Aaron's determination to make Jack suffer. Jack moaned at the idea, but didn't speak up for fear of another slap.
"So what order are we having him?" Bryce asked, quietly keen to have Jack to himself for two hours.
While his four owners discussed the arrangements, Jack just lost himself in the thought of what was to come. Two hours each? That meant eight hours! Eight hours of teasing and edging and torturous denial. He genuinely didn't know if he could take it. He already felt like he would do literally anything to be allowed to cum. He was still contemplating his fate as Lincoln approached him, shaking him from his thoughts.
"Okay, clothes off!" Lincoln commanded.
With a sigh, Jack complied. Once he was naked, Lincoln dropped to his knees and unlocked the device. He was clearly inexperienced with it, fumbling with the various pieces and tugging at it, almost painfully, but eventually Jack was released. He grew to full hardness in moments, much to his dismay.
"Fuck, I... don't really know what to do with it!" Lincoln said nervously, looking round at the others. Ben was filming them while Bryce and Elliott were just watching.
Jack smirked at the comment and Lincoln's hesitation, wondering what his problem was. That was when it had occurred to him, none of them had ever really touched his cock, not in any significant manner anyway. His orgasms on that first night had been caused by nipple and anal stimulation and he had been forced to fuck Ben. The youngest of their group had sucked him awake the next morning, although it had stopped almost the moment he regained consciousness. Aside from that, all the other orgasms had mostly been by his own hand, albeit at their commands!
"Just.... play with it!" Ben said with a confused shrug. He was so used to playing with Elliott's cock that it now seemed like second nature to him.
Lincoln reached up and wrapped his fingers around Jack's shaft, getting a low guttural growl from him in response.
His cock had only been touched and Jack already felt painfully horny. He couldn't last as long as they had planned, it simply wasn't possible. He almost doubled over as Lincoln stroked his hand back and forth slowly. Although it felt amazing, he instinctively pulled away from his tormentor's hand.
"Okay, well we can't have that!" Lincoln said, standing up. "Bring him over here!" he requested of the others, pointing to an empty spot in the middle of the room between the separated areas.
As Bryce and Elliott pulled Jack into place, Lincoln went to a drawer in the bed area of his room and pulled out a long length of rope. Walking back towards Jack, he pulled over and chair and stood on it. Reaching up, he looped the rope over one of the exposed wooden joists that supported the floor above.
"Ah yes!" Ben said happily, seeing what Lincoln was doing. The sound Jack made was not quite as keen.
Lincoln reached down and grabbed one of Jack's arms, securely tying the rope around his wrist. He let go of it and took hold of Jack's other arm. He pulled the rope until Jack's first arm was fully stretched out above him, then tied the rope to his other wrist. Satisfied with his work he stepped down, looking at the naked teen stood in front of him, cock jutting skyward and begging for attention.
"Okay, let's try that again!" Lincoln said with a snigger, taking hold of Jack's cock and sliding his hand teasingly slowly down its full length.
"Ah fuck!" Jack groaned, then immediately sighed as he realised what he had said.
"No cursing, Jacky. You know that!" Lincoln said, squeezing his cock firmly before walking away again. When he returned, he was carrying a roll of duct tape and one of Jack's own socks. He curled it up and raised it to Jack's mouth.
"Mm-uh!" Jack mumbled, lips squeezed tightly together.
"Oh I think so Jacky!" Lincoln said. He grabbed the naked teen's balls and tugged firmly.
"Aaaah!" Jack moaned, wincing in pain.
As soon as Jack's mouth opened, Lincoln shoved the sock in. He stuck the end of the duct tape to Jack's cheek, then pulled the roll right around his head twice before tearing it off and sticking the other end down.
Jack coughed a little as he got used to the oral intrusion, but soon settled into breathing through his nose.
With Jack restrained and gagged, Lincoln got back to playing with his cock. The other three headed over to the lounge area, settling down to watch the show. While Bryce and Elliott's attention was focused solely on Jack, Ben seemed more interested in his lover. He leant against Elliott's side, tilting his head over to nibble at his neck.
Elliott pulled away slightly but Ben just moved closer, doing the same again. Once again, Elliott pulled away.
"What's wrong?" Ben asked, looking hurt.
"Nothing, it's just... you know..." he gestured to the other three guys in the room.
"I'm sure they don't mind. They don't mind seeing us make out, they've seen both us do more with Jack, right?" Ben explained, leaning in again.
"Ben, no!" Elliott said firmly, but quietly.
"Why? What's the big deal?" Ben asked. He turned to face the others and asked loudly, "You guys got no problem if we make out, right?"
Bryce, Lincoln and Jack all turned to face them.
"I don't give a fuck what they think!" Elliott said angrily. "I said no, that means no. Got it?"
Ben stared at him for a few seconds, then flopped back in his seat, crossing his arms moodily. "Fine!" he pouted. Seeing Lincoln and Jack still looking at him, he snapped, "The fuck you looking at. Keep going!"
Lincoln shrugged and went back to playing with Jack's cock, spreading his precum all over.
Silence filled the room throughout the rest of Lincoln's time, aside from Jack's rapid breathing and occasional muffled moans every time he got dangerously close to cumming. About half an hour into the time, Lincoln had got bored with just touching Jack's cock and had ventured into the realm of cock-sucking. Of course, by that point, he couldn't really suck for more then a few seconds without risking Jack shooting his load.
"Want me to let him down, or you want him like this?" Lincoln asked, pointing to the rope holding Jack up as he looked at Ben.
"Best let him down for now, let him rest for a few minutes before I start on him!" Ben said. Based on the way Jack had been pulling at the ropes, he was likely in substantial pain from the ropes by now.
As soon as Jack was untied, he reached for the gag but felt his hands get slapped away by Lincoln with the comment, "We're giving you a rest, that doesn't mean we need to hear you talk!"
He was allowed to sit on the sofa for a while. He had been so torturously close to cumming that his cock stayed up for quite some time but eventually softened. It barely seemed like it had been down for more than a few seconds before Ben approached him.
"Okay, my turn... unless you say no, of course!" Ben said pointedly, the comment clearly aimed at Elliott although his eyes remained fixed on Jack.
Elliott said nothing, attempting to appear as if his boyfriend's jibe didn't bother him.
Ben reached down and took hold of Jack's hand, lifting it for a second to inspect his wrist. It was bright red and heavily chafed from the ropes Lincoln had used. "That looks sore," he said sympathetically. "If you promise to behave, I won't tie you back up, okay?"
Still gagged, Jack was unable to speak a response, but he looked Ben straight in the eye and nodded.
"Good boy," Ben said with a gentle smile, placing a hand on Jack's cheek.
Jack almost smiled back, stopped only by the gag. At the same time, his cock twitched a little, beginning to swell back to life.
"Oh, REALLY good boy!" Ben giggled, reaching down and giving the hardening cock a helping stroke.
Jack's eyes closed as he moaned and let his head lean back against the sofa cushions. The short break had pulled him back from the brink of orgasm Lincoln had been teetering him over, but he could already feel it wouldn't take long to get back there.
Satisfied that Jack was fully hard, Ben quickly shucked his clothes, retrieved a bottle of lube and squirted some out. He rubbed his hands together briefly, then used one to stroke Jack's cock again while the other went down to lubricate his own hole.
The others were watching intently, initially curious about how the youngest of their group would use his time to tease Jack but now watching expectantly, knowing what was about to happen. Elliott's eyes were transfixed by his young lover as he watched him straddle Jack.
"Ben... don't you want, erm... protection?" Elliott quickly asked.
"Why, I'm not gonna let him cum!" Ben replied with a cheeky grin which broadened as he heard a slight whimper from Jack.
"I know, but you can still..." Elliott began but wasn't sure how to continue it. "I mean, it's better to be safe!"
Ben thought for a moment, briefly considering going against Elliott's advice simply to spite him but eventually relented, climbing off to retrieve a condom. He quickly applied it to Jack who still had his eyes closed then re-took his previous position.
As he began lowering himself onto Jack's solid dick, the older teen's eyes shot open. He found himself staring directly into Ben's eyes, the younger boy's expression a mix of lust and bemusement. His breaths were already growing deeper and more laboured as he felt Ben's smooth butt come to rest on his legs, the full length of his cock inside him.
Jack couldn't help looking the boy up and down. He was undeniably cute, something Jack had never really noticed before all of this, but perhaps it was just hard to see something like that when he was always terrorising him. His skin was smooth, pale and flawless like he had been chiselled from alabaster, a perfect vision of boyish youthfulness. His emerald green eyes seemed to sparkle as an impish grin spread across his face, a single hand raising to brush the bright ginger locks away to the side.
Jack was feeling more and more confused. The things he had been feeling for Bryce had been almost beyond his comprehension, but now he was sitting there analysing this naked boy and finding him more than a little appealing. As soon as it had started to feel good, having Ben sat there on him, it quickly faded into something more unpleasant. All the nasty words that had been exchanged between them in the last few days seemed to float through Jack's mind.
The things Ben had aid to Jack felt like they should be making him angry but instead they just made him feel increasingly sad. At the same time, he kept replaying in his head the humiliation he had felt crawling out of school followed by the revelation from Ben that he had been made to feel that same way constantly by Jack. More and more things kept popping into his mind. Every mean thing he had ever done to Ben seemed to be trying to force its way to the forefront of his thoughts. Had he not been so distracted by his ongoing desperate need to cum, he worried he might have actually cried for the boy.
Ben had begun sliding slowly up and down on Jack's cock, how own tool equally hard, pointing upwards between their bodies. The speed of his rise and fall was very deliberate, intended to keep Jack aroused without cumming. As he paused, nothing more than the head of Jack's cock inside him, he felt the older boy raise his hips in an attempt to fuck.
"Hey!" Ben snapped instantly, a hand swiping against Jack's cheek with a loud slap. "None of that, we go at MY speed!"
Jack let his hips go limp, sinking back into the seat and resigning himself to the torturous fuck. He briefly reached up and rubbed his stinging cheek, but dropped his hand just as quickly, not wanting to look weak.
Ben looked at him sympathetically and raised his hand again, this time slower, bringing it to rest on the reddened cheek, stroking it lightly.
Jack's eyes closed, almost involuntarily, as he pressed his cheek against the boy's hand. He had been handled so roughly, by so many people over the last week that any physical contact not designed to hurt or torment him felt absolutely amazing. He knew he shouldn't enjoy it, the touch of this 'faggot', but he couldn't help it any more. He was gradually becoming a slave to his own feelings almost as much as he was Ben and the others. Suddenly his eyes shot open as he realised he was beginning to feel the urge to lean forward and kiss him, finding himself thankful that his gag prevented it as a possibility, but still he knew the thoughts were there... but why? The only other guy he had ever kissed was Bryce and that had been done during a particularly intense fuck too, albeit he had been in Ben's position at the time.
Was it fucking a guy? Did that somehow force him to want to kiss? It was a possibility, but he had attempted to kiss Bryce the previous morning and they hadn't been fucking then. Why then? What could possibly make a straight guy like Jack want to kiss another dude, especially a known faggot like Ben!
Once again he was distracted from his musings by Ben's slow and teasingly-pleasurable fuck. Almost as if they were taking on a life of their own, Jack's hands found their way onto Ben's smoth thighs, slowly caressing up his sides. The moans of delight from the boy made it abundantly clear that he was appreciating the attention, the solid cock resting between their bodies twitching in response.
Amongst the confusing feelings of desire and lust, Jack couldn't help feeling a certain sense of satisfaction as he considered Elliott. His former best friend can't have been enjoying watching Ben ride him like that. These thoughts only spurred on Jack's movements more, letting his hands explore more and more of the boy's body as he slowly rode Jack to the edge.
Almost seeming to sense Jack's intention, Ben began to emphasise his enjoyment of Jack's touch. "Oh yeah, mmmm!" he taunted, smirking slightly at Jack. He buried his face into Jack's neck, kissing and nibbling at it gently.
Jack copied the satisfied noises Ben had been making. Unlike Ben though, the sounds were completely sincere. His ongoing orgasm denial seemed to be arousing him more and more, the extreme sensitivity that had been focussed around his cock, ass and nipples seemed to have spread across his entire body, every inch of skin becoming one giant erogenous zone.
"Fuck that's hot!" Lincoln exclaimed to Bryce, who was sat at his side watching just as intently while recording it all on his phone.
Elliott huffed as he heard the comment. He wanted to leave, to walk out and stop seeing the two teens going at each other, but he refused to allow Jack the satisfaction of seeing it bother him.
Ben suddenly realised he needed to hold back a little, Jack's desperate moaning growing quicker and higher pitched as he moved closer and closer to release. He pulled back from Jack's neck and sat down onto his lap, taking his entire cock inside him. He stared into the older teen's eyes but only for a moment before Jack looked away awkwardly.
"Look at me!" Ben ordered.
Jack glanced back at him, but only briefly.
"I said look at me!" Ben snapped, grabbing Jack's chin and forcing eye contact. "Keep your eyes on me!"
Jack's heart was racing. He was already entirely at Ben's mercy, following his commands, obeying his every order but staring into his eyes during such an intimate activity was making him feel smaller by the moment. The boy was playing him perfectly, finding more and more ways to break him down, made worse by the fact that Jack knew he was helpless to prevent it.
"Stroke my cock!" Ben commanded, his voice weak as he slid slowly down again.
Jack looked down at the rigid tool poking up between their bare stomachs, the small patch of ginger hair contrasting strongly against the boy's pale skin. It was already wet, oozing large globs of precum. He grabbed hold of it, rubbing the slippery liquid up and down the shaft.
"Oh fuck!" Ben moaned as he felt Jack's fingers playing. He leaned back, his hands dropping behind him to rest on Jack's knees as he tossed his head back and closed his eyes. "Oh God, keep going!" the command sounding more like he was pleading.
Jack carried on as commanded, his hand getting more and more slick as Ben's cock spurted glob after glob of precum. The boy's breathing deepened, his pleasured moans getting quicker, Jack could tell he was on the verge of release. Feeling cheated that Ben would cum while he most certainly wouldn't, Jack slowed his stroking, edging the boy intentionally.
Ben's head tilted forward, eyes shooting open as a wicked grin spread across his face, knowing exactly what Jack was doing. "You want me to edge with you?" he asked playfully.
Jack wanted to be miserable, he knew what was being done to him should have been repulsing him, but the boy's smile was contagious. It was only the gag that prevented Jack from grinning back. He nodded in response.
"Okay, let's see how long you can keep it up!" Ben said happily.
Jack eagerly accepted the challenge. If nothing else, having Ben's cock to focus on would distract him from the burning desire in his balls to ejaculate. He looked round to see if Elliott still seemed annoyed, feeling immense satisfaction at the expression on his face.
Meanwhile, Lincoln and Bryce were both watching just as intently as they had since the beginning, but Lincoln had now pulled out his cock and was jerking off openly. Despite everything they had done together, how many times they had all seen each other naked or getting sucked and fucked, something still seemed brazenly bold about their friend sitting and masturbating in front of them.
Jack continued teasing Ben's dick, his own cock getting ridden teasingly in response, both teens edging each other more and more. Jack eventually paused, keeping his hand around the head of Ben's boner.
Ben looked at Jack questioningly, but quickly realised what the older teen was doing as he pulled himself up off of Jack momentarily. As he did so, his dick slid through Jack's hand. All Jack had to do was hold his hand there and Ben would stimulate himself simultaneously to Jack every time he slid up and down.
"Fuck, I'm not sure how much more I can take!" Ben gasped as a jolt of pleasure shot through is crotch.
Jack raised an eyebrow, glaring at Ben. They had only been going about an hour. Even ignoring the past few days entirely, it didn't even come close to comparing to the amount of edging Jack had already endured.
"Oh, yeah, sorry!" Ben chuckled playfully. "Guess I can take a bit more!"
Jack gave the boy's cock a quick squeeze in response.
"Okay, I want this off!" Ben said, reaching up to the duct tape wrapped around Jack's head. He started pulling, getting groans of pain in response as it started pulling at stray hairs that had stuck to it. It was when it got to the layer of tape directly in contact with Jack's hair that it really started to hurt. Figuring it was best to just get it done, Ben yanked hard at the tap, eventually pulling it entirely off.
"Bleurgh!" Jack grunted as he spat out the saliva-soaked sock.
"Better?" Ben asked with a grin.
Jack tried to speak but only an indistinct croak came out. He coughed to clear his throat and tried again. "Yeah, thank," Jack said gratefully.
Ben smiled at the older teen then gestured downwards, indicating for him to continue his stroking.
Jack stared at him for just a moment. Now free of the gag, thoughts of kissing quickly crept back in. 'Elliott would hate it!' he thought to himself with a snigger. That decided it for him. He leant forward quickly.
Ben responded instantly, leaning back again and raising a hand to push on Jack's chest. "What the fuck you doing?" he asked in shock. "Oh my God, did you just try to kiss me?"
"N... no, no, I was just... I was..." Jack stuttered nervously. He had been so determined to make Elliott jealous with the kiss that he had never even thought about whether or not Ben would want it.
"Oh my God!" Ben said with a smirk. He looked back to others and called out, "Hey, the 'straight' guy just tried to kiss me. Did ya see that?" He began laughing, quickly being joined by Elliott and Lincoln, amused by Jack's actions.
"That's pretty faggy Jack!" Lincoln taunted.
"Yeah, something that gay is really disgusting!" Elliott added, throwing back Jack's own words from earlier in the week.
"I wasn't trying to kiss him!" Jack snapped. "I don't do that sort of shit!"
"Oh really?" Bryce asked, raising an eyebrow.
Frustrated by the edging and humiliated by the laughing and taunting, Jack's temper quickly frayed. "No, I don't. Not with guys, I'm no faggot!"
"Oh Jack!" Ben said with a hearty sigh, grabbing his head and making him face him once again. "I thought we'd gone beyond that sort of thing, but you just don't learn, do you?"
"Learn what? That you guys are all a bunch of fags. You're just in this to play with my cock. Look at you all. You're riding it, Lincoln's beating off watching it, Elliott can't take his eyes off and Bryce..."
"Bryce what?" Bryce asked, looking incredibly disappointed.
Jack felt a knot in his stomach. Things had only just improved with Bryce and here he was, completely letting him down again. He couldn't help himself, he was just too frustrated to care about being tactful or Bryce's feelings. He knew he was only a few hours into what sounded like a full day's edging and this might be his only chance to vent about it.
"You...." Jack started, pausing immediately, wanting to back down, to apologise to Bryce and save what he could. His anger, as always, got the better of him. "You're just as into it as the rest of the fags!"
"You know, Jack, enjoying this..." Ben snapped before Bryce could respond, sliding up and down on Jack's still-solid cock, "certainly seems to suggest you might be a faggot too, ya know!" Jack's eyes widened with rage as Ben went on. "I think maybe you ARE a faggot. I think maybe that's why you've got such a problem with us. You know what you are and you hate yourself for it, so you're taking it out on those of us brave enough to accept what we are. Admit it Jack, you're as gay as I am!"
"I'M NOT A FUCKING FAGGOT!" Jack yelled furiously. He stood, throwing Ben onto the floor, jumping on top of him and punching him in the face, both fists flying repeatedly. "I'M NOT A FAGGOT. I'M NOT A FAGGOT!" He shouted with each punch.
Taken by surprise, it took a few seconds for the others to respond. Jack had got in a few hard hits before Bryce and Elliott dragged him off and threw him aside.
"GET THE FUCK OFF OF HIM!" Elliott snarled in Jack's ear as he pulled him back.
Almost as soon as he had been removed from Ben, the fury fell from Jack's face, replaced with fear as he realised what he had just done. "Oh.... fuck... Ben, Ben I'm... I'm sorry!" he mumbled.
Lincoln had gone straight to Ben's side as Elliott and Bryce pulled his assailant away. "Ben, you okay?"
Ben sniffed, reached up to wipe a small rivulet of blood from his chin and let Lincoln help him sit up. "Yeah, I've had worse!" he said shakily as he looked at the blood on his hand.
Elliott looked at Ben for a moment. His face screwed up with rage, he lunged at Jack, but Bryce blocked him. "MOVE, I'M GONNA KILL HIM!"
"Yeah, that's why I'm not moving!" Bryce insisted, easily holding back the smaller teen, a wrist held tightly in each hand.
"Oh yeah, protect your little boyfriend... AGAIN!" Elliott snapped furiously.
Bryce slowly lowered Elliott's hands, forcing them down to his sides. "I'm not protecting him, fucktard, I'm protecting you. I let you kick the shit out of him and you'll be the one who gets in trouble!"
"I'm sorry!" Jack mumbled, scared equally by his own actions and Elliott's fury.
"Way to go, Jack, you just love hurting people, don't you! First Aaron, now Ben!" Lincoln snapped as he helped Ben up onto his feet, handing him his underwear to cover up his modesty.
"I didn't mean to. This one... this one wasn't intentional, I didn't mean to do it!" Jack stammered, still shaken by his own actions.
"Oh that's okay then, we'll let you off!" Ben snapped sarcastically, wiping another drop of blood from a spilt lip.
"Wait..." Elliott said, calming suddenly. "This one wasn't intentional?" His demeanour calmed so much that Bryce willingly released his hands, letting him take a step towards Jack.
Lincoln, Bryce and Ben all looked at Elliott for a moment, confused for a second before realisation gradually struck, each of them turning to face Jack. They took a few steps closer along with Elliott, surrounding him.
"Jack, did you hurt Aaron intentionally?" Ben asked flatly.
Jack froze. He could deny it, refuse everything, avoid the blame once more but would they believe him? Why had he said that? Why had he allowed himself to get so angry that he put himself in this position?
"Jack!" Bryce said calmly, eyebrows raised, expression almost hopeful. "You... you promised me! Tell me you didn't hurt Aaron on purpose! Tell me you didn't lie to my face!"
"I... I..." Jack stuttered, backing away from the others, pulling himself up onto the sofa as they towered over him. "He... he told me that water prank was him, it... it was... humiliating and he laughed at me. I wanted him to pay. I didn't know he'd get hurt that badly! I didn't know!"
"You lied to me!" Bryce said. Being called a faggot by Jack was pretty hurtful, but this felt a million times worse.
Seeing the disappointment on Bryce's face made Jack want to curl up and die on the spot.
"You fucker!" Lincoln said, brow furrowing. He turned to Elliott. "He's gotta pay for this!"
"He will!" Elliott replied, not taking his eyes off of Jack. "He really will!"